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Chimichangas with Radar

So the internet is slow here tonight, probably more freshmen and their peer-to-peer porn sharing or something. There was this one guy that was singlehandedly running the Tepayac switch up to 98% capacity. I'm sure he was just doing homework and research.

Anyway, Lisa and Mike and I went out to Cabrillo National Monument (Point Loma) to watch the sunset this evening, but the clouds blocked our view. It was still pretty neat, and we got the park ranger to take our picture. I think it's the first picture I have of the three of us. It's not a very good picture, since none of us are all that photogenic, but it's a decent one.

Walking around up there, we came across a bunch of little critters and other vermin. There was a little critter that looked kind of familiar, and when I tried to explain what it looked like, the first word that came to mind was 'chimichanga'. I suppose I was looking for 'chinchilla', but I was kind of hungry and I'm a little out of it from my super-advil stuff. After staring at it, taking its picture, and otherwise harassing it, Mike chimed in with his observation that the little thing had radar. He meant that its ears turned, but it's funnier to think of the thing having radar. So there are chimichangas with radar at Cabrillo National Monument. You should go see them.

I haven't figured out why, but that song Hummingbirds by Venus Hum is still neat. Sure, they mix on Powerbooks and all that fun stuff, but the song is still catchy to me.

I'm sort of wondering what monkeybats write some of the error messages these days. iChat has one that says "Cannot send file: an error occurred." Why not just put up a thing that says "yeah, couldn't do it, something came up"? At least then your computer would be honest with you when it was blowing you off for something more interesting. I'm also a little vexed that my Powerbook only seems to like reading half of my external hard drive. This could present a problem. Not that I actually *use* 120GB of archived music albums... it's really more of the principle of the thing.